[Lyric] Paper Thin (Pres)

[Verse 1]
Everybody ‘round me was slanging or playing ball
My brother did the first, so I saw what the payments cost
I’m trynna do the second, ‘cause my jumpshot was blessing
Playing D2 ball until I got my mom’s call
Well, I guess I’m back again, back to battling
I’m just an average man trynna get a lot of money rather quick
Started footlocker, working for a couple dollars
Got promoted, started asking God, man is this an accident
Job took me to Illinois
I didn’t know that it would fill a void
I found the girl of my dreams at a party
A couple years later, we married and have a boy

[Chorus]
I been running, I been running from a lot
Swear to God, I really need a break now
Sometimes I’m wishing that my life would just stop
But I know that I’m gonna find a way out
Past been dominating all my thoughts
God damn I am afraid now
I’ma go back to my old ways, what’s the cost
It’s another breakdown
[Verse 2]
Went from lower class to middle
Family man I always dreamed of when I was little
At least I got peace in my mind and not a pistol
And now my head is focused on my kid, not on a swivel, I’m civil
Lil bro passed, and damn, that shit was hard
Showed me that I had to push my kids and raise the bar
Second born an athlete, the first hella smart
My one mission in life to make sure they go far
But now the brainiac say he wanna rap
I told him first go to college and choose right after that
I gave him everything he has and now he wants it in the trash
Maybe I should ask why he wants to go off the tracks

[Chorus]
I been running, I been running from a lot
Swear to God, I really need a break now
Sometimes I’m wishing that my life would just stop
But I know that I’m gonna find a way out
Past been dominating all my thoughts
God damn I am afraid now
I’ma go back to my old ways, what’s the cost
It’s another breakdown

[Verse 3]
Honestly, this middle class sucks
I wasn’t born rich, yet wasn’t forced to make a buck
I was born clean, I ain’t come up out the mud
I feel there ain’t a bone in my body the slightest tough
I mean, my dad don’t know shit ‘bout what I went through
Couldn’t talk to girls, people made fun of me in school
Told him I just want to rap, damn it’s so simple
And then he told me nothing was simple ‘bout what he went through
I didn’t know that shit and I ain’t have nothing to say
He is a good man, it got me thinking ‘bout the day
That I have boy, I wanna raise him the same way
I’m just hopin’ that the wealth I have don’t make him pay in qualities
[Chorus]
I been running, I been running from a lot
Swear to God, I really need a break now
Sometimes I’m wishing that my life would just stop
But I know that I’m gonna find a way out
Past been dominating all my thoughts
God damn I am afraid now
I’ma go back to my old ways, what’s the cost
It’s another breakdown

[Outro]
It’s another breakdown
It’s another breakdown
It’s another breakdown, yeah
It’s another breakdown